Raw Beauty (2)

The facade now ended, you feel you have nothing left.
To protect tou and others from seeing the pieces missing
From the jigsaw of that which is the remainder of your heart.
Resignation then comes, removing all feeling, uncovering
Misery’s lacerations. An emotion refuses to leave
That of weakness and a stubborness, forcing you to
Pick up your masks, layer by layer, piecing back your facade
Whence, the forced uncovered raw beauty is placed at the core.
Once more to remain underneath, thought to be a vulnerability.

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